The Alpha's Mute Mate
The silence was heavier than ever. It wasn’t just around me—it was inside me too, threading through my thoughts like a cold mist I couldn’t push away. Even though I had gotten used to signing and writing to communicate, there were days it felt like a wall between me and the rest of the world. Thick. Unbreakable. No matter how hard I tried, there were still moments when I missed the sound of laughter, the easy rhythm of people speaking without thinking. I missed the way voices could fill a room, lifting it, warming it. Even if it had never been mine to have, I still craved it.
Bab Populer